I Run to You

Chapter 2

Bellamy woke with a groan. His shoulder burned and his body ached. He slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the dim living room. He smiled when he saw Clarke asleep in the recliner.

She was curled on her side; the chair leaned back, and covered in a leopard print fuzzy blanket. Her blonde hair frizzed in all directions, and her lips formed an adorable pout.

He tried to sit up, grimacing and stifling a moan. He realized he hadn't been quiet enough when Clarke shot up, the recliner popping upright. The look on her face was priceless, a mixture of confusion and frustration.

"What are you doing, Blake", she grumbled rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Just trying to get more comfortable", Bellamy said with a grin.

"What time is it?"

"About nine," he answered.

"Are you hungry? I'm starving," Clarke said with a yawn.

"I could probably eat something," Bellamy chuckled.

"I'll make breakfast then," she said as she got up.

Bellamy watched as she shuffled to the kitchen, one hand moving to her neck and rubbing the taught, aching muscles. He rose slowly, ignoring the pain, and made his way to the island.

He pulled out one of the stools, easing down on the dark wooden surface, settling in to watch her work. He'd eaten plenty of her cooking over the years, and he was reminded of one such instance.

Bellamy had come in from a long day of work at the garage, his head hung low and steps dragging. He'd opened the door of he and Octavia's dilapidated house, his senses assailed with the smell of Italian food.

He made his way to the kitchen, catching a glimpse of blonde hair. He rounded the corner, her off key humming making him smile. Clarke stood in front of the stove wearing a pair of denim shorts and one of his many white t-shirts.

At sixteen she was gorgeous and very hard for him to ignore. Ever since that night two years ago, she'd been the one person he trusted most. He trusted her with Octavia, but more importantly he trusted her with himself.

"Whatcha cooking Princess," he asked with a smirk.

"Chicken Alfredo. I saw the news earlier and figured your day had been less than stellar, so I thought I would fix one of your favorites."

He didn't bother looking surprised. There'd been a gang fight, but thankfully he'd missed out on it. It had ransacked the mechanic shop he worked in for Lynx, and he'd had to get everything back in order.

"Thanks. Where's O?"

"She's out with Jasper," Clarke said with a knowing grin.

"Hmm, well at least I okayed that one," he groused.

"He's a good kid, Bell. I don't know how long he'll be able to entertain her, but he'll take care of her all the same," she said throwing a smile over her shoulder.

"What are you doing here," Bellamy asked with a frown.

"Mom," Clarke replied quietly.

The one word said it all. Clarke's dad had died two months ago and ever since she'd spent more time at the Blake residence than she did her own. However, something was different about this time.